Lauren's PoV
I found myself sitting in Lit, my eyes looked on the student beside me. She knew I was watching her. Her lips curled into a grin as I threw a note on her desk.
Wanna go make out on the janitorial room? I drew two stick figures kissing.
Her head tossed back as she laughed out loud. The room turned in her direction and Ms. Pulson tapped her desk. "Miss Cabello, do you have anything to share with the class?" She raised an eyebrow at the brunette.
"Um, no Ms. Pulson," she cleared her throat and crumpled the paper in her hand quickly. I smirked. "Just reading a funny part, sorry. I was getting into it." Her chocolate eyes gave the teacher a puppy look and it worked.
"That's why I enjoy having you in my class, a perfect example of a student who finds literature important." Ms. Pulson smiled and sat back in her chair, continuing her own reading.
Camila looked at me and shook her head while chuckling. "Read." She pointed to my closed book on my desk.
I pouted and puckered my lips.
"Read," she said again and turned her attention back to her book.
I tossed another piece of paper on her desk.
Please? We can continue our session from this morning in the bathroom? Cabello... please? I drew a sad face.
Camila rolled her eyes and smiled, grabbing her pen to write something back.
Keep up the begging, it's such a turn on. She drew a grinning face.
I laughed and slammed my head on the desk. I sighed and looked over at her again, whispering 'I want you'. She was staring at me intently. Raising her hand quickly, she got the teacher's attention.
"Uh, Ms. Pulson? May I please be excused to go to the washroom?" Camila stood up as the woman nodded. I noticed her making her way to the front desk and leaning forward to talk quietly with the teacher. She was bent over the desk and I groaned. Her jeans cupped her ass perfectly and I even heard a few whistles come from the front of the class. Guys are such pervs.
Camila was making her way back to me, ignoring the looks from the guys in the class. She grabbed my hand and tugged me out of my seat.
"Wha?" I thought for sure Ms. Pulson was going to yell at her for taking me but she smiled. I was so confused.
After the classroom door shut, Camila pressed me up against the lockers. The halls were empty. "So, where do you want me?" She whispered huskily, her fingers trailing down my neck suggestively.
"Oh God," I groaned and grabbed her hand, making our way into the washrooms.
"Camila Cabello to the office." The loud speaker rang through the halls and washrooms.
We stopped dead in our tracks and raised eyebrows. "I didn't do anything wrong, don't give me that look." She swatted me as I gave her 'tsk tsk' notion with my fingers.
"Be right back." She kissed me quickly before leaving me alone in the washroom.
I don't know how long I was in there for but when she came back, she was happier than I've ever seen her. She knocked the wind right out of me when she hugged me, her face buried in my neck. "Everything okay?" I asked, my grin as wide as hers. I loved seeing her that happy.
"There was a phone call for me! Coach Caron," she spoke fast as her hands moved wildly, "he's the City Rebel's Coach Lauren!" She looked at me as if I were supposed to know who the guy was. "The community team coach!" She screeched and I shook my head. She was all kinds of excited. It was adorable. "He wants me to play for them!"
OH! That coach! I screamed and bounced around with her. She wanted to play for that team since she was little. City Rebel's were known for being undefeated, they scouted out only the best players on hockey teams and since Camila was the best on her school team, she was a hands down choice. They also travelled around the Country playing in different tournaments.
"Wow," she finally settled down and breathed, leaning her back against the white wall. "I'm so happy I'm shaking," she held out her hand and I noticed it was really shaking. I pouted and stepped forward, grabbing her hand into mine. "My first game will be Tuesday night with them!"
"I am so there," I grinned, truly feeling happy for her.
"Oh my God Lo, I'm so excited, you promise you'll be there? I want to share this with you." Camila's eyes turned soft as she laced her fingers with mine.
I nodded, "Promise," I smiled seductively, "this calls for celebration," I grinned evilly and tugged her body towards me. I kicked the stall door open and pulled us inside, slamming it behind us as I pushed Camila up against the door, eliciting a throaty giggle from her. "I'm so happy for you," I whispered before capturing her lips in a smouldering kiss.
Camila tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me closer to her, opening her lips and kissing me deeper. She groaned as I softly sucked her tongue, pressing my whole body weight against her. "It's getting so hard just kissing you," I pulled away breathlessly.
"I know," she whispered back, her fingernails tracing the back of my neck, sending shivers everywhere in my body. I leaned forward to capture her lips once again, getting lost within her.
The bell rang and we sprung apart. How long have we been making out?
"Shit!" Camila opened the door in a hurry and checked herself in the mirror. She always looked so perfect, but she would never believe me. "I told Ms. Pulson you were grabbing me a tampon, which was 20 minutes ago!"
"Camila!" I burst out laughing and shook my head. "Well, class is over so we don't have to face her until Monday now."
"Yea, but we kind of need our notebooks and stuff from the classroom?" Camila raised an eyebrow at me and tugged on my hand. "Come on," she sighed and giggled slightly.
Ms. Pulson wasn't very happy with our absenteeism and gave us an after school detention. Back home I was so used to talking my way out of them, I figured I could do it here too.
But it was so much harder and different here. She wouldn't even listen to the string of lies I tried to come up with. Especially the 'I didn't have any tampons so we drove to the store'.
Ahhhh smooth Jauregui. Admit that you went off school property on school hours. That'll get you out of detention!
"Look Ms. Pulson," Camila sat on top of the teacher's desk, crossing her legs professionally. She leaned towards the older woman a bit and sighed. "It's my fault we didn't come back to class. I was called into the office and I asked Lauren to wait for me. She didn't have too, but because I asked, she did."
Ms. Pulson wasn't bad looking for her age, in fact, she had to be only in her late twenties. Long dark brown hair and green eyes. Petite. Her legs were killer but no one could beat Camila's. And rumour had it she was gay. Camila was taking that rumour to her full advantage. The brunette leaned over the desk slightly and hung her head to the side so her hair fell to the side, tendrils of it brushing against the teacher's hand. Her fingers traced the stapler suggestively as she had Ms. Pulson's undivided attention.
Okay. I should've been jealous. My girl was totally putting the moves on the teacher. Only, I knew that it was just to get us out of detention. She was good at the seductive thing.
"It won't happen again," Camila mouth pouted slightly, her eyes locked with green eyes in front of her. I could tell Mrs. Pulson was falling for it. I could tell the pervy teacher loved every moment of attention Camila was giving her. No wonder Camila passed this class with flying fucking colours.
"Just don't let it happen again," Ms. Pulson said sternly and stood up from her chair. She nodded her head for us to leave and Camila grinned and hopped off the desk. Ms. Pulson's eye movements weren't exactly hidden from my view. That perv teacher was checking out my girl! Why I outta bop her in the fuc-
Camila turned around and winked at me, taking my hand and her shoulder bag, exiting the classroom.
"Should I be jealous?" I teased as we unlinked our hands, walking into a sea full of students grabbing their bags to go home.
"Uh, no," Camila snorted and stopped as we came to her locker. She threw a few books into her bag and slammed the door shut looking at me. "Besides," the twinkle in her eye told me she wanted to get into 'mischief', "I've already got myself one hot brunette and she's all I need." She wrapped her arm around me as we giggled, making our way to the parking lot.
"Care to pick up where we left off, Miss Cabello?" I whispered in her ear. We were driving to her place and I couldn't help my hand from caressing her thigh.
"Oh you bet your sweet ass," she stepped on the gas.
Ah. Trouble never tasted so good.